With your head in a noose
And a grape on a knife
Found you some breakfast
Or adventuring eye
You smell trouble
Well, how should we get some sleep?

When the last of the whales
Dries dead below skies
Poems about poisonous
Berries and wine
Won't have the fire
Of nature burning up your sheet

You know, I wanna stink
So I feel alive
Unlearned perfection
A number of times
Driftwood un-refurbished
Sounds more like paradise to me

Oh, the stones will start talking
Bad weather's a sign
Hunters and robbers
That drip blood in full tide
A cornstalk told me
"Better run while the earth holds this heat"
We'll come out in the night
Everybody we know
We'll be laughing and singing
And there won't be no fighting

We'll come out in the night
While the lasers are firing
And our babies are gurgling
And our elders are wobbling

We're not going underground
Are you going underground?
I'm not going underground

But the negative pressure is pushing me down
(We're not going underground)
Are you going underground?
I'm not going underground

But we say get to it, just to make a sound
(We're not going underground)
Are you going underground?
I'm not going underground

We're not going underground
Are you going underground?
I'm not going underground now
Cobwebs, cobwebs
They took my home, I'm in disoriented glee
Cobwebs, cobwebs
They blocked the path that was connecting you and me
Cobwebs, cobwebs
It's a sticky case, the more I move, the less I'm free

Cobwebs, cobwebs
They took my home, I'm in disoriented glee
They blocked the path that was connecting you and me
It's a sticky case, the more I move, the less I'm free

Ever since I was a boy
I found new ways to view my porridge
Sometimes electric
Organic like strawberry meat